When I had Christmases with my parents (now sadly departed) on Christmas Eve we (the children) always went out for a walk on Christmas Eve with my father and collected branches, fir cones, or anything to make up a Christmas woodland theme for the porch. I suppose this was to get us out of mother's feet! On Boxing Day, we always went to the races to blow away the cobwebs and have a little gamble, it was the only time we went to the races. This was a tradition which went down two or three generations as my grandfather was a jockey.